Putting my birthday to bed for another year, I donned a pair of new pajamas and reclined in a new set of bedding while Andy listened to Cole Porter in the living room. Fancy dinners are fun, and loud raucous parties have their place, but this will always be where I am most comfortable, and after 45 years, I’m finally good with acknowledging that. There is nothing left to prove, and there never was. How many years I had wasted thinking otherwise! Oh well, this was and is not the time for regrets – the only space we have is for moving forward.
We slept with the windows open – the first air-out of the condo and the first tease of fall found in the cool and comfortable breeze. Outside, the Braddock Park fountain trickled its soothing sound of falling water – a bit of magic that has remained constant these past few years, and a sure way of lulling one to sleep.
Moments of calm and contentment are here when we are ready to accept them.
Faux-silk pajamas are optional, but I do find they help.
